the last minutes of the Titanic

the band leader motioned for the men to keep playing They were not getting off alive, but they could go down with music confusion and yelling was heard from all sides of the deck cowardly men were dressing like women, hoping for a life boat seat the kitchen was breaking apart now you could hear loud cracking and groaning sturdy white cups for third class were falling out of cupboards also the pretty cornflower plates for the regular passengers in short order, the gold leaf fine china would be hitting the water the band leader and his brave men kept playing they could hear sobbing and screaming then another loud crack the iceberg had torn into the middle of the Titanic She flew up into the air, and then hurled herself down plunging into the icy waters with an unnatural rapid force Eight hundred died that day, and seven hundred lived The bandleader and his men walked into heaven together.